Heather Sunderland vs Rhiannon Sellsword

Rhea would practically be bouncing backstage, she had did her research as usual before a match and had found out that she was facing a big shot! To make matters even better it wasn't a villainous type so that meant Rhiannon could be as nasty and detestable as possible without feeling that the match losses it's charm. She would be wearing her usual attire completed by the signature sunglasses and slightly too small and tight fitted leather jacket.

As soon as her enterence music would play she would get right into the mood, walking out in front of the fans and shining lights, she would get mostly boo's although her fans from outside AFW would cheer her a little and so would some fans of her hentai matches, overall she didn't have a general reaction from the fans yet since Rhiannon had adapted to her opponent's alignment most the time to try and make the match more dramatic and traditional so the fans tended to switch their opinion about her pretty actively.
She would slowly pace herself down towards the ring still wearing her jacket and glasses that would normally be abandoned by this point, she would instead throw the jacket off when she stood up on the ring apron and would enter the ring with her glasses still on her face and walk towards her corner, excitedly waiting for her opponent to arrive.

Heather took a deep breath as she finished up fixing up her attire, straightening out her fishnet top and nodding her head a little. She was facing a newer opponent tonight--something that seemed to be a trend for her recently--but she had no problem with it. This girl at least had a nice deal of matches under her belt here in AFW first. She --in contrast to Rhiannon-- didn't really like to do any sort of research on her newer opponents. She had the cockiness and confidence to think t hat she could take on anyone without that.

Her theme began to play over the speakers, Heather stepping out to the stage area--bathed in smoke and green laser lights. She was dressed in her usual attire of her purple fishnet top, black bikini top beneath, black skirt, purple and black striped thigh-highs, and black boots. She made her way down the ramp, getting to about mid-ramp and raising her hands in the air, pyro shooting out from the stage area. She ran the rest of the way down, sliding into the ring under the bottom rope, rushing to the second and standing on that-- raising her hands in the air as pyro shot down from the ceiling.

She hopped off the ropes, turning to the girl as she grinned wide, placing her hand on her hip as she looked her over. "Well! Sure as hell hope you're ready to get your ass kicked! Hopefully it's not THAT quick. Don't disappoint me too much" She said with her usual cocky attitude, smirking.

Rhiannon would watch the area was covered in smoke and laser, as someone who came from an acting background she was pretty impressed with the light work and the smoke effect, she was probably paying a little bit too much attention to that rather than Heather. When Heather got into the ring Rhea would finally shift her attention to her, watching Heather with a curious smile and wondering eyes that would scan Heather while the pink haired woman was getting taunted.

" Oh I'd like to prolong the experience so don't worry. Also...I thought you'd be taller " Rhiannon would say, lifting up her sunglasses and looking down at Heather before taking them off and sliding them under the bottom rope. Rhea would wait for the bell to ring and then would approach Heather and put her arms out of a test of strength. If Heather accepted the test of strength though Rhiannon would immediately pull her arms back and instead throw one of her hands in the air and try to bring it down hard against Heather's chest.

" My name is Rhiannon and it's nice to meet you bruised-breast" Rhea would say as she smiled at Heather and then would open her own arms, as if challenging Heather to try and return the favour.

Heather was all grins as she spoke to Rhiannon like she did. She had no doubt in her mind that she was going to take this girl out in this match. She was even about to just stretch and yawn to play up her cockiness a little more before she heard what she said about her height. Heather blinked a couple times--slightly taken back by that. The only person that got on her for her height was Ceclilia--who Heather was sure just was taller than the usual.

"Wh--we're the same height!" She let out, stomping her foot as her face got a little red from that. She grumbled out slightly, clenching her fists--not even knowing why that was bothering her. She huffed as she went to take her up in that test of strength, taking a deep breath to calm herself down---before suddenly she felt that hard stinging sensation smack right into her chest.

"Kyah!?" She yelled out, grumbling a little. She saw her open her arms like that, glaring hard as she knew she was asking for her to return it. "Hmph..Sure you already know but--name's Heather" She let out in response before returning it in her own way, twisting her body, trying to slam her shin hard into her chest.

Rhiannon may not have been that much taller than Heather but she was slightly taller, in her mind that meant in terms of height she was superior, just like if she barely got into an acting role then that meant she was still the best person going for it. Rhiannon's mindset entirely ruled out the idea of there only being small differences.

" Yep, I was watching the matches you've lost. the look on your face as they beat you down is really pleasurable to watch " Rhea would say as she tried to keep her eyes sharp and notice any movements from Heather. Rhea would realise the difference between a wrestler like Heather and the ones she has faced before pretty quickly as the experienced woman suddenly contorted her body.

Rhiannon wouldn't even know how to react as she wasn't sure what was coming her way but she would soon find out after Heather's shin would suddenly collide with her chest, making Rhea fall backwards before barely catching herself with one arm, now sitting on the mat in front of Heather and holding onto her aching wounded chest with the other hand. Rhea would try to get up to her feet quickly and jump backwards to get out of Heather's range, sure Rhea liked pain but for once she actually cared about the outcome of a match since she was facing an established well known wrestler for a change.

"Tch...y-you...I'll be enjoying the look on YOUR face as YOU feel it this match!" She yelled out in frustration before that kick collided with the girl's chest, watching her fall back. She huffed slightly--but that grin formed back on her face as she was satisfied with that connection. While Rhea did get right back up--not fully falling to the ground--it was a good message for the girl right at the start of the match.

She watched the girl start to retreat--seeing her holding her chest like that. She nod slightly as she went in after her. She knew if she gave the girl time to recover she could definitely regret it. She didn't know much about Rhea--but taking chances wasn't something that she was really looking to be doing at this moment. She rushed in towards the girl, just trying to ram her shoulder into her gut as hard as she could, trying to take her to the mat with a heavy spear.

Rhiannon was a wrestler who took pleasure from being in pain but she had learned from prior matches that if she let that get to her she would be beat before even getting a chance. " You need to get away " Rhea would tell herself, repeating the mantra loud in her head to try and block out the pain and pleasure from the stinging feeling in her chest.

Rhea had her desires under control and when she jumped back she thought that she'd be out of Heather's reach, Rhiannon would be surprised to find Heather keeping up with her and then throwing her body forward into a devastating spear, carrying the less experienced wrestler to the mat with her. Rhea would let out a cry of pain followed by a drawn out groan after taking the hit then being left on the mat breathing heavily, clearly out-matched early in the match. It seemed even when Rhiannon blocked out all distractions her body still wouldn't be trained enough to go up against such a more powerful opponent.

Heather winced just a bit as she collided with Rhiannon, taking her hard down onto her back. She readjusted herself quickly afterwards, aiming to keep right on her. She was already slightly frustrated with the way that Rhea had started out their match and Heather was relentlessly trying to return it tenfold.

She crawled up the girl's body, watching her breathing heavily like that. She was figuring there was quite the difference between t hem in experience and maybe even skill--hoping that she wasn't just reading this wrong. However that did make her a little nervous. If the girl didn't match her in skill, she knew some people who would get quite desperate and do anything else that they could to meet up with that difference. Heather was going to do her best to stop that sort of thing from happening. She climbed up her, seating herself on her huge chest before reaching down for her hair. She tried to yank her head up between her legs, attempting to lock her thighs around her head and drop to her side, trying to lock her in a tight side headscissor hold.

Rhea would still be rocked by the spear when Heather sat on her chest, only making a slight yelping noise before she felt her hair get grabbed and her head being pulled tight between Heather's legs as she rolled over to the side. Rhea would immediately feel the strain on her neck and would start to try to pry Heather's legs off her for a second but didn't seem to be getting any results, Heather must have had really strong legs.

Rhiannon would then start to squirm her legs a little bit while in the hold and her face would go a slight shade of pink, she was struggling for air but the reason for this colour change would be because Rhea was blushing rather than that she was close to passing out. Rhiannon's pained expression would form into a mixture of masochistic pleasure and extreme pain as she would try to place her hands under Heather's rear and then give them a tight squeeze. Perhaps that wasn't the wisest move for Rhea to make but she rarely if ever made the wise move.

Heather smirked wide as she squeezed hard on her head with the side headscissor hold. She arched her body, pushing at the mat at the same time to lift up her hips, adding as much pressure to the hold as much as she could. She felt her start to try to pry at her legs, making her snicker slightly as she shook her head. "Don't think so! No way in hell are you just gonna pry your way out of that. You're gonna take it." She let out with her snickering--before noticing how much it seemed the girl was liking her position.

She narrowed her eyes at the sight of masochistic pleasure on her face, frustrating her a little before she felt those hands on her butt, groping at her. She gasped out at the feeling, her body jerking slightly before she clicked her tongue. "Y-you wanna go something like that?!" She let out, rolling with her and turning herself around. She tried to get her on her back, release the hold, and plant her ass on her face for a reverse facesit.